ill write to you some more later, right now i feel like i lost a pint of blood, was trying to work today as a bar tender, now i know how jesus felt on that cross hahahaha. seriously though, im too old for this shit (27 years old). here’s a poem that captures well what i went through today.(first one) hope for you your in a better shape than that.

i really like that bukowski piece — it’s great. reminds me of what nietzsche said: there’s no better police than work. moreover, bartending’s hard work – maybe like bukowski you’ll get to sample some of the products ; )